| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Gonna change my way of thinking,
Make myself a different set of
rules.
Gonna change my way of thinking,
Make myself a different set of rules.
Gonna
put my good foot forward,
And stop being influenced by fools.
So much
oppression,
Can't keep track of it no more.
So much oppression,
Can't keep track of
it no more.
Sons becoming husbands to their mothers,
And old men turning young daughters
into whores.
Stripes on your shoulders,
Stripes on your back and on your
hands.
Stripes on your shoulders,
Stripes on your back and on your hands.
Swords
piercing your side,
Blood and water flowing through the land.
Well don't know which
one is worse,
Doing your own thing or just being cool.
Well don't know which one is
worse,
Doing your own thing or just being cool.
You remember only about the brass
ring,
You forget all about the golden rule.
You can mislead a man,
You can take
ahold of his heart with your eyes.
You can mislead a man,
You can take ahold of his heart
with your eyes.
But there's only one authority,
And that's the authority on
high.
I got a God-fearing woman,
One I can easily afford.
I got a God-fearing
woman,
One I can easily afford.
She can do the Georgia crawl,
She can walk in the
spirit of the Lord.
Jesus said, "Be ready,
For you know not the hour in which I
come."
Jesus said, "Be ready,
For you know not the hour in which I come."
He said,
"He who is not for Me is against Me,"
Just so you know where He's coming
from.
There's a kingdom called Heaven,
A place where there is no pain of
birth.
There's a kingdom called Heaven,
A place where there is no pain of birth.
Well
the Lord created it, mister,
About the same time He made the earth |
